"In the last two years of school, Siris barely interacted with other people, and gradually distanced himself from me, and after he graduated, he didn't have any contact anymore."

Madame Lyza's eyes were downcast, as if she remembered something not so good.

"So, you don't know what Siris is doing or where he's going after graduation, do you?"

Reiner originally thought that Lady Lysa would know Siris, but he didn't expect that there would be such a tangled relationship between the two, so it seems that the later story is easy to guess.

Because of the growing estrangement between Siris and Lysa, the two eventually separated, and the cheerful and excellent Percival became Lysa's boyfriend, and the two married after graduation and gave birth to Arco.

Of course, Reiner didn't know if Director Percival had done anything to dig into the wall, but as a result, the process had little to do with Reiner's goal.

"Yes, my magic skills are not very good, although Sirius often talks about his research in front of me, but except for some basic ones, such as Alberton's Three Laws, the rest is too profound for me."

Madame Lysa sighed softly, perhaps she had never really understood Siris, and she didn't understand what kind of brilliant galaxy she had in her head.

On the contrary, Percival almost never talked about boring magical theories in front of Lady Lysa, he always made fun of his wife, and he understood what Lady Lyza needed, and from this point of view, perhaps she would have been more suitable with Lady Lyza.

"When Siris left school, no one told me, and it wasn't until the next day that people found the school leaving papers in his dormitory, Siris was a Trastanian, but no one went to his house to look for him, I don't know why, there was always a kind of resistance that stopped me, maybe I didn't want to see the person who was once so good now."

Lady Lyza looked at her daughter, Arco, who was eating chocolate ice cream, and whispered.

I'm afraid that's not all, Madame Lyza probably has a certain amount of guilt for Siris, after all, she finally abandoned Siris and turned to someone else's arms, and this guilt also drove Lady Lyza to avoid meeting Siris.

Reiner guessed that he had no intention of evaluating other people's emotional problems, only with some emotion, and the clues that he had finally obtained were interrupted again.

If you want to find Siris again. Oldman's whereabouts, I'm afraid I can only ask Percival, Siris's former rival.

Before that, though, Reiner noticed a detail.

"Lady Lyza, you just said that Siris is a native of Trastein, so do you know his home address?"

The city of Trestan is huge, but it's small compared to the entire continent, and it shouldn't be difficult to find one or two people, let alone if you know the address and specific identity information.

"Well, I don't know if he moved...... though"

Madame Lyza asked the waitress to borrow a pen and sticky notes, wrote down an address on a piece of paper, and handed it to Reiner.

"This is his address, I've only heard him mention it once, and Siris doesn't seem to like to go home very much, and usually stays at school."

Taking the note, Reiner glanced at it, and if his memory was correct, it was an area north of Trestan that he had never visited.

"Then I'll take my leave, thank you very much for telling me these things."

Reiner stood up, saluted Lady Lyza, and then touched the head of Arco, who had just finished eating chocolate ice cream, and the little girl still had a white cream on the corner of her mouth, and she licked it, not knowing what had just happened.

"Please wait a minute, Mr. Ian Gray."

Lady Lysa slowly got up, she hesitated for a moment, and then asked.

"If you see Siris, please help me say sorry to him for not being able to support him."

Hearing Lady Lyza's words, Reiner shook his head.

"I think it's better for you to say this to him personally."

This response caused Lady Lysa to stand still as if she had been struck by lightning, unable to recover for a long time.

......

With the idea of simply taking one step at a time, Reiner immediately beckoned a carriage.

"To the north of the city, Engels Street on the north side of Baifan Avenue."

He threw a silver coin to the coachman, and it stands to reason that the fare from the Asterle High School of Magic to Engels Street only costs about fifty copper coins, so the coachman's face immediately bloomed with joy when he got this silver coin.

"Sit's tight, sir."

The carriage shuttled through the streets, and the coachman, who was not at all afraid of the hot summer days, accosted Reiner as he drove the carriage.

"My lord, Engels Street is not a good place, how could such a noble man as you think to go there?"

"Isn't it a good place?"

Reiner was interested, and it was true that he had heard a little about the state of Trastan, including that the east of the city was the most developed and the north of the city was the most backward, but he did not know anything about Engels Street.

"It's full of beggars, thieves, robbers, and dusty women, and it's a mess, my lord, I think you'd better be careful."

The coachman had palpitations and seemed to have suffered a loss there.

"Thank you for the reminder."

Reiner nodded, and the carriage sped away, quickly reaching its destination.

Baifan Avenue is full of traffic, but the street that extends out of it is much darker.

The shadow of the tall buildings beside the avenue obscured the sunlight of the street, making it as dark as dusk, and when Reiner stepped out of the carriage, he saw several young men squatting on the side of the street, playing with homemade knives in their hands, squinting at Reiner.

In the depths of the streets, people wandered aimlessly, not seeing a trace of hope in their eyes, as if they were lost in the city, and a few people gathered together, smoking paper cigarettes, and faintly could see the red powder shining between the tobacco leaves.

In a glossy corner of the city, unexpectedly there was such a depraved street, Reiner took out a note from his pocket and walked forward.

"Do you know this address?"

Reiner asked a shop down the street, a butcher shop that sold raw meat that I don't know if it had gone bad, and the owner had a long scar on his bare head and a large kitchen knife in his hand, looking terrified.

"I don't know."

The boss said without looking at it, and made a posture of driving away.

Reiner sighed softly, and then, beside him, several kitchen knives of different shapes that had been inserted on the cutting board slowly floated up to face the butcher shopkeeper.

The cold light reflected the boss's somewhat stunned face.

Reiner handed over the note in his hand, smiled, and asked again.

"Now do you know the address?"

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